Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.